*Lydia's eyebrows raise at Alicia's surprisingly effective attack. Turning her attention to the woman in the water, she aims and fires.*
"Well done, ogress!" she calls.
"Well done, ogress!" she calls.
Telsar said:Glind River Bridge
Alicia yells her counter-challenge to the handsome fighter, then leaps over the side of bridge, falling 50 feet. Her huge mass slams into the robed man hard, hurting her quite a bit, but nearly killing him. In seconds, Alicia swings her greatsword at the man, cutting him down and leaving him dead on the rocky ledge. As his voice dies with him, the dagger of the woman approaching Gwyn quits glowing.
[Alicia rolled Jump 15+6=21, which took 1D6 off of damage for fall, and deliberately jumping and landing on a yielding surface (the robed man) converts some damage to nonlethal. She takes 2D6=11 normal damage and 2D6=4 nonlethal damage from the fall. The robed man takes 6D6=24 damage, nearly all his HPs in one attack. Alicia’s attack rolled 8+9=AC17, hit. Damage rolled 3D6=4+12=16. Man fails a Fortitude check and is dead. And I gave this guy a huge Concentration roll, just so he could keep the spell going while attacked. Didn’t expect him to be pummeled with falling half-ogres, though]
Alicia, HPs: 21(+4 NL)/38, poisoned (-3 Dex)
Isida Kep'Tukari said:*Lydia's eyebrows raise at Alicia's surprisingly effective attack. Turning her attention to the woman in the water, she aims and fires.*
"Well done, ogress!" she calls.
Telsar said:The next day, after a good night’s rest and bad experience trying to meet with the dwarf, T’aria finds herself in the common room at the Cubbyhole. Like her room, and unlike the lobby, this area is very nice, with elegant couches, half a dozen tables, nice carpeting, and a roaring fireplace. As she enters, a young female elf approaches and asks if there’s anything she’d like to be brought for lunch. She’s handed a list of what they have available, the fairly typical things an inn might serve, as well as a few house specialties, such as Quentin’s Rare Meat Pie, which no basic persuasion seems capable of convincing the elf to tell her what animal the meat comes from; and Masque’s Mead, which the elf says is quite intoxicating.
There are half a dozen other people in here already, probably due to it being lunch time. A gnomish couple sits at one table, two human males are talking together on one couch, an elderly looking halfling in some really tattered clothing is sitting by the fireplace, and a middle-aged human woman is sitting at large, beautifully engraved, and probably expensive harp. She’s strumming a bit on it, not playing any one tune for long, just bits and pieces of different songs. Shadow doesn’t appear to have arrived yet.